Consider the lilies of the field,
how they grow; they toil not,
neither do they spin...be not
therefore anxious for the
morrow for the morrow will be
anxious for itself.
O Lord, the Author and Persuador of peace, love and goodwill, soften hearts that are hard and steely ... warm hearts frozen by fear, that we may wish well to one another, and may be true followers of the Way of Love. And give us grace even now to show forth that heavenly life, wherein fear does not abide -- but peace and love on all hands, one toward another. Amen.
